Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Codie Deshawn Hornsby
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Codeine 2mm
Ingenieur:in
Xzavier Lindsey
Produzent:in
Lyrics
All that shit you talkin' been irrelevant
I just count my guap cuz nigga, I be havin' hell of it
I can't give my time to every bitch, she gotta be heaven-sent
Bitch, I been that nigga, how the fuck is we gon' settle this? Cuz I'm the better nigga for you
Lookin' through our pictures, baby, I adore you
I had brought you to my room and we smoked a blunt or two
And I don't want no attachments, I just wanna fuck on you, fuck on you
Throw one in the air, I just wanna see you ride me
She was broke as fuck, I wonder how she got her body
So ducked off even if I quacked, bet these niggas still wouldn't find me
Take your loss, nigga, it's a homicide broke shit don't apply to me
Why you always lyin' to me? I see through your soul
Come pour up a pint with me, we might just lose control
She just want some seafood, took her to Pappadeaux's
You had punched me in my jeans and wonder why my pockets swole
Hit him with this 223 and watch him fall like dominoes
Hit him with this 223 and watch him fall like dominoes
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let a nigga play about my daughter, he gon' die
I done sinned too all the times that I done lied
Walked across that stage and I just watched my mama cry
High-speed chase, five% up on the whip
I had to take her to Belize, cuz she complainin' about a trip
She keep lookin' at my neck because she like the way I drip
I'm gon' hit on with this sawed-off, his body do a flip
You keep playin' mind games
You just switch yo mind frames
You got so much goin' on but I ain't got the time man
You keep playin' mind games
You need to switch off mind frames
You got so much goin' on
But I ain't got the time, man.
Writer(s): Codie Hornsby
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